Dressed as cannon fodder and vowing to kick the heroine’s head off

"Sister Zi Han..." Feng Yuanzhe just shouted, but was stopped by Madam Feng sternly: "Yuanzhe! Don't you listen to your mother's words?"

It was almost midnight. Feng Yuanzhe, a wealthy young master of a Shangshu Mansion, who usually went to bed early, was waiting at the gate for his newly adopted sister!

Isn't he tired? But she feels bad!

She is not happy that her son is making so many sacrifices for another woman!

Mrs. Feng's tone was very sharp, and her eyes flashed with displeasure. She stared at Feng Yuanzhe closely, hoping that he would follow her instructions. However, Feng Yuanzhe did not seem to fully understand what Mrs. Feng meant. He frowned slightly and looked at her with some doubt.

Mrs. Feng couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied when she saw this. She originally thought that Feng Yuanzhe would obey her orders immediately, but now it seems that he has not realized the seriousness of the matter.

She took a deep breath, and then said in a firm and serious voice: "Yuanzhe, I'm telling you again, hurry up, go back and go to sleep! It's late at night, men and women should not touch each other, don't you understand?"

She pointed behind Feng Yuanzhe, which was the way he returned to the yard.

Mrs. Feng's gaze became sharper, as if to penetrate Feng Yuanzhe's soul.

When Feng Yuanzhe heard this, he finally understood Mrs. Feng's intention. His face turned pale, his lips trembled slightly, and a trace of pain and struggle flashed in his eyes.

He knew that he couldn't go against his mother's wishes, but at the same time he couldn't give up his feelings for Feng Zihan. He was caught in a dilemma and didn't know how to choose.

Mrs. Feng noticed Feng Yuanzhe's reaction, her brows slightly furrowed, and a bad feeling welled up in her heart. Could it be that Feng Zihan really seduced Feng Yuanzhe to lose his sense of proportion?

If that was the case, then she would definitely not be polite to Feng Zihan. After all, she was just a goddaughter.

She brought her home, provided her with good food and drink, and kept her under the care of her husband, but she didn't want her to seduce her son!

There are four men in her family!

Thinking of this, Mrs. Feng's face became even gloomier, with sparks of anger flashing in her eyes.

"Brother, it's getting late. You should go back and rest. See you tomorrow." Feng Zihan lowered her eyes and bowed slightly. Her voice was gentle and sweet, but her eyes hid a hint of displeasure and hatred. In her heart, she gnashed her teeth in hatred towards Feng Yuanzhe. This idiot actually tried to deceive her in front of the lady. How foolish!

Feng Zihan cursed inwardly, "Feng Yuanzhe, Feng Yuanzhe, are you trying to make Madam hate me on purpose? Don't you know that this will cause Madam's dissatisfaction? Or do you simply not care about my feelings? Humph, just wait and see, one day I will let you know what regret is!"

Although she was filled with anger and resentment, Feng Zihan remained elegant and polite on the surface. She looked at Feng Yuanzhe with a smile, her eyes flashing with determination, as if to tell him that she had never lied to him from beginning to end.

Feng Yuanzhe was touched and nervous: "Sister, is everything okay in the palace? I heard someone jumped into the lake? Is sister injured?"

When the news from the palace reached his ears, he really wanted to break into the palace immediately.

It was the housekeeper who held him tightly and prevented him from entering the palace and causing trouble.

That’s the imperial palace!

After the new emperor ascended the throne, he was ruthless and powerful. The wealthy families in the capital all kept their tails between their legs. Why would a young man like you join in the fun? Why hand over a gun?

"Brother, I'm fine, otherwise how could I have come back?" Feng Zihan replied with a smile.

Her face was full of anger, but in fact she was cursing in her heart: "Idiot!"

You have no ability, why do you meddle in other people's business?

If you had the ability, would I have to go through so much trouble to enter the palace?

To be honest, Feng Jiaojiao, who has experienced so many ups and downs, has undergone a drastic change in her state of mind.

In the palace, Xiao Chenyi's cold eyes formed a sharp contrast with the passionate eyes of other noblemen.

She had to think deeply: Should she enter the palace as a concubine and then strive to become the queen? Or should she choose among those noblemen? Marry into a good family and live a comfortable life in the second half of her life?

Feng Zihan took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She knew that now was not the time to lose her temper and she had to stay calm to face the next challenge.

"Sister Zi Han..." Seeing that Feng Zi Han ignored him, Feng Yuanzhe couldn't help muttering to himself, as if he had thousands of words to say but didn't know where to start.

His heart was filled with contradictions and doubts, which made him unable to calm down. He thought he already understood Feng Zihan, but now he found that he didn't know her well enough.

When he first knew that Zi Han was going to the palace to participate in the talent show, he was so angry that he smashed many things in the house.

Zi Han had clearly expressed that she didn't like this kind of activity and was unwilling to participate in it, so why did she still go?

Is she, like other vulgar women, eager to gain wealth and glory by clinging to the powerful?

Or was it all because she, as a goddaughter living under someone else's roof, had to obey her family's arrangements and was forced to make this decision?

Feng Yuanzhe couldn't help but start to doubt: Is Zi Han really as innocent and kind as he imagined?

Perhaps he had always been too naive, viewing her as someone special, but in fact, she was just an ordinary woman.

However, despite this, he still could not give up his feelings for Feng Zihan, and deep down he still hoped for a reasonable explanation.

Seeing that her son was still stubborn and refused to change his ways, Mrs. Feng was furious.

Who is she doing this for?

Feng Yuanzhe looked at Mrs. Feng with deep disappointment and dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Seeing Feng Yuanzhe's cold eyes, Mrs. Feng was so angry that smoke came out of her head.

She took a deep breath, then turned around abruptly, and glanced at the servants around her with a dignified look, then shouted loudly: "What are you still standing there for? Hurry and take the young master back to his room! If anything happens to him, I will hold you responsible!"

Her voice was as sharp as an ice cone, full of irresistible majesty and indifference.

After hearing the order, the servants immediately took action, carefully lifted up the struggling eldest master, and sent him back to his yard.

Watching the people leaving, Mrs. Feng felt a wave of fatigue rising in her heart. She slowly closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

"Mother!" Feng Zihan called out carefully, and went over to hold Madam Feng's arm gently, "Your daughter will take you back."

Mrs. Feng looked at her goddaughter beside her, her eyes full of secrecy: "It's getting late, you should rest, go back."

No, she couldn't let her daughter get too close to her. She was afraid that her mind would be led astray.